Hungry Villagers

Houston, Texas, USA

BandRockAmericana

From the full and addictive beats arises the melody of two guitars strumming parts in perfect harmony. The voices of the Brothers Houck quickly follow suit, weaving a blanket of sound that lulls the surrounding crowd into a near hypnotic state: swaying and singing, carried away by the music.

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Biography

From the full and addictive beats arises the melody of two guitars strumming parts in perfect harmony. The voices of the Brothers Houck quickly follow suit, weaving a blanket of sound that lulls the surrounding crowd into a near hypnotic state: swaying and singing, carried away by the music. Mysterious, meaningful lyrics compel listeners to happily follow the Hungry Villagers where ever they may lead.

It’s no mistake that Jacob, Abraham and David Houck of the Hungry Villagers can have this affect on music lovers. The brothers’ lives have been fully saturated with music, starting in South Africa as children, when their missionary parents formed a family choir to minister to their village. Thus the Villagers were born, and now with the rhythmic backbone added by drummer Ferrick Hallaron IV, the music will live forever.

An early review in the Houston Press labeled the band “Houston’s newest contenders for national notoriety,” and warned readers that “when you start hearing this stuff plastered all over blogs from here to London, don’t say we didn’t warn you.”

Indeed.

Other Info

Cover band:

No

Record Label:

Tierra Studios

Band Website

Lyrics

Tree Full of Ghosts

Written By: Abraham Houck, Jacob Houck

There were always white wings leading through the treesAnd they would lay me down under your heartAs you go flying around you fly around the roomOh your whispers say that we all dream the same in the end

*CHORUSWhen it all breaks down I’m carving out your name in your heart woodOf your tree full of ghostsYour heart full of somaYour tree full of ghosts*

I smell the sea in your hairAnd the mountain holds you oh so dearAs you go droppin down, droppin down from the skyWhile the occupation files slowly past your door

CHORUS

Oooooo radar homeOoooooo radar home

The end is gonna come now, the end gonna to comeThe devil’s gonna come now, the devil’s gonna come